This series of blog posts is the journal of a month spent traveling in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The posts and photos will be arranged chronologically, though the posts themselves may not come one-per-day. Some days I may feel like posting, other days I may not. Therefore, some days may not have any posts, while other days may have multiple posts as I do some catching up with the photos I?ve taken. Furthermore, some posts may have text content included with them while other posts may just be galleries of photos for which I didn?t feel like doing any write-up. I?ll do my best to include as many of the photos as possible, and may update some posts later on with additional photos that weren?t included in the initial posts.

This is a shot from the plane, at approximately 4:45AM, after nearly 12 hours of travel? The first leg of the flight left Newark, New Jersey, at 4:50PM on Friday, and arrived (late) in Atlanta, Georgia about two hours later. The second leg of the flight, Atlanta to Rio, was to begin 50 minutes later but, due to the plane arriving late and the need for it to be cleaned and catered, the next leg began later than expected. Anyway? The photo above shows the sun coming over the horizon, taken from approx 40,000 feet above the Amazon jungle, about two and a half hours prior to landing in Rio.

This is a shot of Trisha shooting photos from the apartment window, overlooking Avenida Prado Junior, at 5:45PM. The apartment is a block from the beach in Copacabana. The streets are almost always busy and remind me of Manhattan with their sounds and smells? Within an hour or so we witnessed someone hurl a loaf of bread from an apartment window across the street. It landed on the sidewalk below and was ignored by passersby (in fact, it was stepped upon by at least one pedestrian).

This photo again shows Avenida Prado Junior, but from the other side. The sound outside the window is the constant sounds of car and buses, brakes and horns, police sirens and people shouting. Oh and the apartment next door is *constantly* cooking something that smells goooooood.

The sometimes random musings of a carbon-based lifeform, the manifested equivalent of three buckets of water, and a handful of minerals.(Those very buckets turned upside-down, supply the percussive factor of forever).-with nods to Saul Williams.